Slinking through passages that are orchestrated by the wolf pack,
cunning lies that ruin the chance for sheep,
the cattle watching from the outside in
as they are pleased by obsolete protection from reaping teeth.
As the tears of the night drop from the sheep’s begging cries of pain,
the wolf hush the watchful eye,
ensuring the by standing cattle stray
from the vacant shelter that the sheep call a home in these badlands.